When a diet goes horribly awry
Tonight I was approached by a 6 year old Girl Guide. She stood before me in her bright pink Sparks sweatshirt and a pretty flower in her curly brown hair and asked me sweetly if I wanted to buy a box of Girl Guide Cookies.
I smiled at her regretfully and said "No, thank you, sweeetie," and walked on.
After ten steps, I stopped in complete horror and turned to Grant. "What have I done?" I gasped.
He simply said, "I know."
I went back and bought the cookies. Thin Mints.
I still feel bad.
I smiled at her regretfully and said "No, thank you, sweeetie," and walked on.
After ten steps, I stopped in complete horror and turned to Grant. "What have I done?" I gasped.
He simply said, "I know."
I went back and bought the cookies. Thin Mints.
I still feel bad.
Labels: Musical meanderings, Now we're cooking
posted by allison | 8:13 PM
4 Comments:
It's not your fault. And anyway, that isn't wrong. What's wrong is not buying Samoas, too.
I would have bought Samosas...and the peanut butter sandwich ones, and the shortbread ones too! But in Canada, we have only two varieties of GG cookies: Thin Mints and Vanilla/Chocolate sandwich cookies. If I had been back in the states, I never would have made it away with less than 10 boxes!
I feel compelled to buy Girl Scout cookies; lord knows I sold hundreds upon hundreds of boxes of them when I was a kid. I feel like I have to repay some sort of cookie karma. It's gotten to the point where Mike has to answer the door if it's Girl Scouts, since he alone has the willpower to turn them down.
And, man, do I miss those Girl Guide cookies! The sandwich cookies are the best.
It's all OK!
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